Draven POV
She strode into the room, long brunette hair falling in waves, minimal makeup, and a tailored suit that did nothing to hide her curves. My eyes locked onto her, drinking her in.
At thirty, I still hadn’t found my mate. Not that I’d ever truly expected the Moon Goddess to bless someone with as much blood on his hands as I had. But a man could dream.
I didn’t do love. It was better this way.
“My apologies for being late,” she said, dropping into the seat opposite me.
“You're right on time.” I assured her.
“I’d assumed our next meeting would be in your office, as usual,” she continued, a faint grin tugging at her lips. “Why the change, Draven? Hoping to lure me into some sinister plan?”
I let a slow smirk form. I had plenty of sinister plans for her. But I’d unravel them s
